Beautiful

She was gorgeous, pretty, breathtakingly beautiful. She was more than just her scars, and battle wounds. Those only made up a part of who she was, but not everything she stood for. She's wise beyond her years, more than anyone could have ever imagined. She never wore any make up, because she knew that wasn't what made her beautiful...it was her confidence, her stride, the way she carried herself. How she could just walk into a room, and stop someone dead in their tracks. They admired her in awe, they could see past her shell and into her soul. They could see that she was made up of light, love, and courage. Never did they truly know what real, divine, beauty was until their eyes mether gaze...and it hit them like a freight train. And when their eyes met hers, she smiled at them, lighting up the entire room with a warmth-like glow. The kind of glow that's so heavenly, you'd think it was an angel.The kind of beautiful that you can't put into words, or that consists of smearing on pounds of make up, or lip fillers, or injections, she wasn't superficially beautiful. The kind of beauty that she had, well that kind of beauty was extremely rare, and it's hard to find. So if you ever come into contact with a person, who is this kind of beautiful, do yourself the favor of never letting go, because this kind of beauty only comes once in a lifetime.